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Orion.
[Book III.
O'er which she bent with those black eyes, and gazed
Into the sea that fled beneath her face.
Into the sea that fled beneath her face.
The blindness of their leader, and his woe,
Now had Rhexergon and Biastor learnt,
And thoughts of plunder cried out for revenge,
Which on Œnopion they proposed to wreak,
And make good pastime round his ruined throne.
"Revenge is useless" Akinetos said:
"It undoes nothing, and prevents repentance
Which might advantage others." Both replied,
"Thou speakest truth and wisdom;" and at eve
Departed for the city, bent to choose
Some rebel chieftains for their aid, or slaves,
Or robbers who inhabited the rocks
North of the isle. A great revenge they vowed.
Now had Rhexergon and Biastor learnt,
And thoughts of plunder cried out for revenge,
Which on Œnopion they proposed to wreak,
And make good pastime round his ruined throne.
"Revenge is useless" Akinetos said:
"It undoes nothing, and prevents repentance
Which might advantage others." Both replied,
"Thou speakest truth and wisdom;" and at eve
Departed for the city, bent to choose
Some rebel chieftains for their aid, or slaves,
Or robbers who inhabited the rocks
North of the isle. A great revenge they vowed.
Swift down the misty eastern hill, whose top
Through broken vapours, swooning as they creep
Along the edges into the wide heavens,
Shews Morn's first ruddy gleam, a shape uncouth,
And lumbering forward in half-falls and bounds,
Comes with tossed arms! The Cyclops hoar with rime,
His coarse hair flying, through the wet woods ran,
Through broken vapours, swooning as they creep
Along the edges into the wide heavens,
Shews Morn's first ruddy gleam, a shape uncouth,
And lumbering forward in half-falls and bounds,
Comes with tossed arms! The Cyclops hoar with rime,
His coarse hair flying, through the wet woods ran,
